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Another time he was freaking out about a monster in the basement so we went down and saw nothing, of course, and as I turned out the light and headed upstairs … he said, ‘He’s right behind us now.’
Possibly the creepiest thing he did was one day I scolded him for misbehaving so he hid his head under his blanket. I pretended I couldn’t find him by saying ‘Where is my little Carson?’ He slowly lowered the blanket and with a dead evil stare said, ‘Carson is gone, I am Rick.’
I’m certain he’s possessed. We never knew any Ricks, as far I can remember. Still don’t. Never figured out where he picked up the name.